Thursday, August 28, 2008
I woke up to a flooded basement. 2 inches of water. Its a partial finished room, my son's room. It several hours to push the water with brooms and a squeegee towards the drain and to move all of what was salvageable to dry ground. Thank you Fay!
Exhausted after what turned out to be a full body workout, we emerged for lunch. I sat a while first, and tried to catch up on my water intake after sweating to the point of dehydration. I guess I chugged it down a little too quickly, then I had lunch. About an hour later I threw up part of my lunch, due in part to a bad tummy ache and just being so full of water.
Around 5pm my oldest daughter called me sobbing intensely, when I asked her what was wrong she said her dog was dying. Someone at her boyfriend's house had accidentally run him over. He was a 3 month old St. Bernard, named Ozzy after Ozzy Osborne. He had been sleeping on the drive way, and the person didn't see him as he backed up. It was hard on them too because it was their 8 month anniversary of when they started dating.
My daughter was just too broken up to drive herself home, so I had to go get her. It really broke my heart to see her heart so broken. Her and her boyfriend we both so broken up about it. They did the business of burying Ozzy right away. May he rest in peace.
It was hard to offer many words of comfort, I mainly just explained that these things happen. That there are things we just don't understand and that her sadness and grief are normal and necessary for the healing process. That losing something or someone you love isn't easy and it leaves a void in your heart, and a longing to go back and change the events. I told her its not easy but assuredly life does go on and our hearts hurt less over time. And that our loved ones wouldn't want our grief to last too long, they would desire us to be happy and for us to live our lives to the fullest.